At the center plaza of Venundarr. Residential and commercial structures alike are currently abandoned.
Alger dedicates 1/4 of his guild mates, mostly the trainees to do some crowd control as to not suffer unnecessary casualties.
The structures from the center plaza have noticeably burn marks or spell residue. Arrows litter the streets, a sign of a small skirmish.
"We can't reason to this human trash!" shouted by the armless blonde elf while preparing to cast a magic.
"Clyde, I'm human too you know." says by an intimidating old man with three scar lines on his face.
"You know what I mean, Alger." retort by Clyde.
"I know, I know, I'm just messing with you." says by Alger.
Clyde looks like he exhausted his mana once again. He didn't fully recover yet after his fight with Camilla.
"Are you two done talking?" says by an old man from across the street.
He's wearing a pointy hat and dark blue robes. His gray beard reaches up to his abdomen.
